Life is Strange

Chrysalis part one

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I open my eyes. When I do, I see that I am in the middle of the woods. Why am I here? And where's here?
I can hear thunder clapping. It's pouring rain, and the wind is as strong as ever.
I see a sign. "Lighthouse" with an arrow pointing the way. Maybe I can find shelter there. I push myself through the strong wind, up the trail, leading to the lighthouse.

There it is. On a cliff. I look out to sea. My eyes widen, as they land on a huge tornado. "What the fuck is this.." I whisper to myself. I approach the edge of the cliff, cautiously, to pick up a newspaper. "Arcadia Bay News" It reads.

I search for something important. Bam. October the 11th.. This storm.. Is happening this Friday? All of a sudden, a huge boat, carried in from the strong tornado, smashes into the top of light house to my right. It's falling over, and it's going to squash me like a small bug. I scream.

I close my eyesBut just when it's about to crush me, It never does. When my eyes open again, I see that I am in Mr.Jefferson's class. I fell asleep? That was all a dream? That was so surreal.. Okay.. I'm in class.. Everything's cool.. I'm okay.

I focus my attention back to class. "These pieces of time can frame us in our glory and our sorrow; from light to shadow, from color, to chiaroscuro." Mr.Jefferson says.

I stop listening. Stella, with a swift motion, picks up her pen she dropped. She must be taking notes. Unlike me. Good for her. Victoria Chase's phone rings. Of course one of her friends can't wait until after class to chat about the latest fashion. Or whatever. Taylor throws a crumpled up piece of paper at Kate Marsh. Jerk.

I glance at what was supposed to be my entry for the Everyday heroes photo contest. Look at this crap! How can I show this to Mr.Jefferson? I can hear the whole class laughing at me now. I sigh.

Bored, I take my instant camera and snap a picture of myself. " I believe Max, I jerk to attention when I hear my name. has taken what you kids call a selfie. A dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition. And Max, has a gift.." He sits back on one of the empty desks.

"Your generation was not the first to use selfie expressions. Sorry. I couldn't resist. The point remains that the portraiture has always been a vital aspect of art, and photography, for, well, as long as it's been around. Now Max, since you've captured our interest and clearly wanted to join the conversation, can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first, self, portrait."

He finishes, slowly articulating his words at the end of his very long, boring as ever lecture. "Uh.." I hesitate. "I did know, but then I forgot." "You either know this or not, Max!" He says in an annoyed tone as he slams his palm against the desk he's occupying. "Is there anybody here that knows their stuff?"

He says, eyeing us all. Victoria, raises her hand, jumping at the opportunity to kiss Mr. Jefferson's ass.

"Louis Daguerre was a French painter, who created Daguerreotypes, a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror." She says looking over her shoulder at me with a smug look on her face. " Now you're totally stuck in the retro zone. Sad face." I hear a few laughters.. What a bitch. "Very good Victoria. The Daguerrian process ..." I tune out.